12. Chapter 12: Treading in Shallow Waters

Day two of training the four newbie's commenced. There was even more improvement than the previous day. Phoebe managed to create a circle of fire around herself. Demetri was comfortable enough to volunteer to have parts dismembered. Felix tore off both of his arms and Madeline was able to heal him in exactly twenty minutes. Drake progressed in his cloaking as well. Without touching her, he managed to fully cloak Madeline.

There was tension however. Phoebe was not exactly inconspicuous about watching me. Just as I ended the training session, Brent approached me.

"May I have a word with you, Edward?"

"Certainly. What can I do for you, Brent?"

"You can stay the hell away from sister."

"I beg your pardon?" I was accustomed to the occasional insolence from Demetri and Felix because they knew no matter what they said to me, they were forever ingrained as a part of the unique tapestry of Volturi Guard. But this young one, this Brent, did not have such knowledge.

"You heard me. I see the way she looks at you. Stay away from her."

"Perhaps this is a conversation you should be having with Phoebe."

"Oh, believe me, I will. But since you are the responsible adult in all of this, I think it would be best if you and I came to an understanding."

"And what understanding is that?" the boy was beginning to try my patience.

"Did you really think I couldn't smell you on my sister the other night? She's only sixteen years old, ten years otherwise. What are you, Edward? Are you some kind of pervert?" he yelled. By now, the guard had wandered back into the room, Jane, Heidi and Renata included.

"I suggest you mind your tongue when addressing me, young one. Now, I'm not sure what you think is going on, nor do I care. Your sister enjoys keeping company with me. If she has no qualms about it, neither do I."

"Oh, I've seen the kind of company you keep, Edward. And I will see you dead before I let you turn my sister into one of your whores!"

Whores? This little boy was treading in shallow waters. Heidi and Renata hissed and snarled lividly. They both tensed to spring. I held up my hand and they slid out of their hunting crouches.

"This is my fault," I said with a sigh. "I was so focused on doing a good job to please my masters that I forgot the most important thing."

"And what is that?"

"Establishing dominance." Before Brent had the chance to counter it, I punched him in his mouth, sending him flying against the back wall. "Speak out of term to me again and the punishment will be severe," I growled, tensing for his retaliation.

Brent stood, growling fiercely. He was not much for hand-to-hand combat yet. Instead, he used his telekinesis to send me flying through a wall. Heidi and Renata snarled furiously as I stood laughing hysterically.

"Do you see that people? That is exactly what I am talking about! That is the type of concentration and focus that I meant! All you need is the right motivation. Brent is motivated enough to send me through a wall when I am strong enough to tear him to pieces! Oh, you ripped the Armani! Now I am pissed."

"This is all just one big game to you, isn't it? You think that because you have a title and the masters' approval you can do whatever the hell you want to whomever you want?" Brent growled.

"Of course I can, and just to prove it..." my eyes fell on Jane who smiled widely. She turned her attention to Brent, who subsequently fell to his knees writhing in agony. "Let this be a lesson to those of you who have Brent's dangerous thoughts," I tapped my finger against my forehead as they stood with their backs straight and jaws clenched. "I will always be listening in."

"I won't...let you...hurt her," he said through strangled gasps.

I glanced at Jane and she must have cranked up the pressure because Brent's eyes now rolled in the back of his head and he made a choking sound in the back of his throat. After about five more minutes of this, I gave Jane the permission to stop. Brent lay there, taking large breaths as if he desperately needed oxygen. I stood over him with my hands stuffed into my pockets.

"Your sister is one of us now. She has the freewill to do whatever she wants, whenever she wants, with whomever she wants. If she climbs into my bed I will not kick her out."

"She's just a child," he said with a heavy pant.

"In your eyes. Now I don't want there to be any animosity between us, Brent. Things were going so well these last few days. Do yourself a favor, lay off on the threats, do what I say, and Jane won't have to hurt you. Disobey me and you will never see Phoebe again. All right guys, I know you are all hungry. I am starving. Let's get something to eat."

"Hey, have you guys seen...?" Phoebe skipped happily into the room. She stopped short seeing the intense stares of everyone and the two large dents in the walls. "Brent? What happened? Are you all right?" she ran to his side, helping him stand. "What happened to him?"

"Nothing happened," he said quietly.

"Brent, don't tell me nothing happened! There are two large dents in the walls and you looked like you were in pain when I walked in! What happened?"

"I'm fine, Phoebe. Nothing happened. I apologize for the misunderstanding, Edward. It will not happen again," he said, thinking only of how I would make good on my threats.

I smiled darkly. Perhaps a little too darkly for Phoebe, who unconsciously drew into Brent. It was just as well. The more she feared me, the less likely this would end in death and heartbreak.

Heidi came to my side after the others left the room. "The masters will be most displeased of this new development."

"I realize that, but Aro is being most generous with my...indulgences of the vine. Besides, I believe that Brent will be more cooperative now."

"I nearly ripped his throat out when he called us whores. You should have let me."

"Ah, but then the masters would have been displeased with you, my lovely. I have felt what he felt today with Jane. That is something you never want to experience, trust me on that."

Well, it's not as if Brent was completely wrong in his reasons, she mused.

"Come again?"

She snapped her head up sharply. Her eyes shocked and cautious. "No, I just meant-."

"You just meant, what?" I said, following her every step as she backed away from me.

"Edward, I was only saying that she is young. Very young! Her powers are dangerous and that coupled with a broken heart is a remedy for death," she said as her back collided with the wall.

"What is it with everyone challenging my authority today? Do I really have to make yet another example for everyone to learn some goddamn discipline around here?"

"Edward..."

I placed my hand over her mouth. I closed my eyes as I sniffed her skin. I slipped my hand underneath her skirt, tearing her panties. Fear and excitement danced in her eyes now. She panted in anticipation as I unbuckled my belt, hitching her leg around my waist. I dove into her with such force she came instantly. Oh no, there was much more pleasure to be felt. I held her hands over our heads, entwining our fingers as she wrapped both her legs tightly around my waist.

"Edward!" she moaned, her face twisted in anguished desire.

Heidi was so lost in her own pleasures that she did not notice the scent lingering at the door. Phoebe stood there, motionlessly watching us. In her mind, she imagined herself in Heidi's place. She was afraid, but the desire she felt for me was stronger.

Edward..., she whispered.

I began to imagine along with Phoebe. Her body pressed against mine as I moved in and out of her, her screams filling the castle. My body began to spasm just as Phoebe imagined taking me in her mouth.

"Oh, Edward. You are amazing," Heidi said, kissing my neck as I lowered her down.

"What can I say? You motivate me." I zipped up my pants just as Phoebe's thoughts grew silent. "Come, let's go grab a bite."

Later that night, I let my thoughts drift. No surprise they ended up on Bella. I picked up my Blackberry phone, wanting desperately to call her. It had been days, but it felt as if years had passed since I saw her last. I was sure I was as transparent as I felt. Nights upon endless nights of the highest passions, with the finest women our world had to offer. Yet nothing could ever come close to filling that void she left in my soul...or at least what was left of it. Forever. Eternity. Ha! Words, all attractive, meaningless words. What was the point of living forever when you could not share it with the one you loved?

Edward?

I turned around and there she was. Phoebe stood, her body wrapped in a large brown mink coat with a black rose in her hair. She wore black heels, her legs, lean, yet shapely.

"Does this mean that I'm forgiven?" I said, unable to hide the lust in my voice.

"No, but I can at least give you a chance to redeem yourself." She dropped the coat at her feet. She was dressed in black laced lingerie. The top was a thin-strapped corset type top that made hugged her breasts and stopped just above her belly button. Her bottoms were skirted low hipsters. "Do you like what you see, Edward?"

"More than you can possibly know."

She dropped down to her hands and knees, crawling to me. God, there had never been a more desirable position.

"Can I, Edward?" she said in the sweetest voice while rubbing my erection through my pants.

"Can you what, little one?"

"Can I suck your cock?"

"Yes, you may."

She smiled wickedly, completely ignoring the belt and button. She went straight to the zipper, sliding it down with her teeth. She tore open my boxers, freeing my erection. "Ooh, Edward. You're already running for me," she cooed. She flicked her tongue around my tip, driving me insane. My breathing grew loud and ragged.

"You act as though you know what you're doing, little one," I whispered.

"I have always been a fast learner." She took all of me in her mouth then, sucking greedily. She slipped me in the back of her throat, moaning so that I could feel the vibrations. I slipped my hand through her hair as the room shook and spun around me. She pulled back, licking her lips like a kitten lapping up milk. "Mmm, you taste so good, Edward."

That did it. To hell with right and wrong. I picked her up, carrying her to my bed. She lay there, rubbing between her thighs as I stripped off my clothes. She slipped under the covers, licking her lips again. "The kitty's yours, Edward, come get it."

She sat up slipping off her lingerie, tossing them to the floor. Her body was perfect. Her breasts firm and perky. Her stomach was flat and curved to match her wide hips. Her thighs curved perfectly around her silky being. Her skin was milk, the perfect compliment to her honey hair. She knotted her hands in my hair, bringing my mouth down on hers. Her soft lips hungrily kissing mine as I gave her my tongue. Had this been Heidi or Tanya, I would have wasted no time sliding inside of her. But this was my little Phoebe. She deserved to be made love to the way I only could. I released her mouth, moving to her neck. She moaned softly as I made a trail of feather light kisses down her chest. Her breasts felt so soft against my lips. I alternated between the two as little shudders escaped her lips. I went down further, kissing her stomach. Her juices were beginning to drench my chest as I moved further south. She smelled as sweet as a thousand bouquets. I wondered how she tasted. I parted her thighs further. Her juices leaked so that there was a wet spot underneath her. Slipping my arms under her thighs, I let her rest her legs over my shoulders. I held her sides as my tongue flicked up and down in light, swift movements.

"Oh, Edward, don't stop!"

Her young body arched off the bed as I applied more pressure to her. Her juices were so sweet that I could not bring myself to stop. I lost all sense of time as I stayed there between her thighs. I felt her trembling in my arms.

No, not yet! She groaned in her mind.

"Don't worry, little one. There will be many more." I went faster then, her body arched up from the bed as a loud, growling moan rumbled in her throat.

I slipped up to her, staring into her eyes.

"Edward," she moaned desperately. In her eyes, there was no fear, no indecision. She was ready. I reached between us, connecting our bodies. She was so wet that I entered her easily. She felt so tight around me. I moved at a slow and steady pace, resisting the urge to pound her through the mattress. She pulled me closer to her, biting my shoulder.

"Are you...testing...my control...little one?" I grunted.

"I saw you with Heidi, Edward. You're holding back. I know you can fuck me better than this. Or is it too much for you?"

I growled deeply, pinning her arms to the bed. I lost all control then. I saw everything and yet nothing at all as I fucked her as hard as she wanted.

"Oh, god! It's so hard!" she moaned, squeezing her eyes shut. I watched her facial expressions as she whimpered and moaned, biting my shoulder. That would probably leave a mark. Her wetness encased me, squirting down my thighs. She clamped her legs around my waist as she began pushing back against me with as much force as I used with her. God, she was amazing. I opened my eyes and looked at her. The sight before me almost made me stop. Moaning and swearing underneath me was Bella. Bella. I kissed her deeply, my erection swelling as the tears I longed to shed stung my eyes. Her writhing moans were beyond comprehensible words. Her fingernails dug against my skin and feral growls erupted in her throat. I blinked once and it was Phoebe again. I leaned over her, sinking my teeth in the pillow beside her head as the come shot from my body, filling her. I pulled out of her, rolling over to the other side of the bed. She snuggled up against my chest, rubbing her hand up and down my stomach. As I thought of Bella, Phoebe's hand slipped underneath the covers. In an instant, she had the covers pushed back and was sitting on top of me. She took me in her hand, lowering her dripping kitty down on my hardened form. She rode me all the way until first dawn. Innocence lost.